This is a song about "Prune brothers"

Multiple colors, my mind's more productive than others

When they're just like each other, they're even maybe brothers,

With business hoes an college strippers

Peace be to my brothers and sisters

So they just keep going, saying nigga in his face

So brothers sisters and cousins could embrace

Probably fuck up your budget, yea, i’m playing with numbers

When your religion has made decisions to spill the blood of brothers,

Uhh, addicts arise, when i arrive

Fathers and brothers gritty dimple smiles

My only real influences were my brothers,

And there ain't been no buster, prepared for you suckers

Two bitches named tiffany i left them with a pair of kids

I gets down like brothers are found ducking from bullets

Of others, there own brothers, just for a porsche and the chains,

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes